[Intro]
Free the guys
Fuck all the opps
You know we still smoke on 'em, woi

[Verse 1: N1]
We tour their block like a tourist attraction
It's like they forget that
Me and Brucka on the 1-2's with the 1-2's really trying to send corn in his headback
Snow got bun, they're aiming to get back
Tell them go hold that, minor set-back
Ha-ha, ha-ha tell them go hold that, minor set-back

[Verse 2: Brucka]
We stepped in the scene and we left it a mess
I swear HK left his friend
Snow got one in his head
And I heard Lil Shaq got done on his bed
They talk on the net, go ride for your friends
None of my SA's dead
Shout my n***as from the LT, but its SOS when we step

[Verse 3: Dopesmoke]
Get the drop on the A, mans racing
Shakespeare Road is the route man's taking
He got done on the mains on a bait ting
He screamed out stop, so I kept on shaving
Drills get done, just don't claim it
Free P6 had the whole block quaking
He left his bro just can't rate him
We slide to the Tops and it come too vacant
[Verse 4: C1]
N***as dying, better pick a side
They already know what my n***as like
No point drawing the mandem out
We make hopping out moving dingers live
We got a drop, you know the dingers live
Doors popping and its a another vibe
He got shanked three different times
And he got shanked by two different guys
Baby girl, just lowe the moaning
C1 ain't really into that
We really on caught some n***as slipping
Fill up the dings and we're spinning that
I ain't really into chitter chat
If the gangs shooting where you're chilling at
Spill juice, I ain't spilling yak
Any violation, then we spinning back

[Verse 5: N1]
Still pull up and make it glee, wet man down with the rambo free
Age 15 when I got down three
Age 16 when I made it glee
So how are you going to talk on my SAD's?
Riding out never felt so fun
'Til I caught Digga and I made him leak
Crime scene messy, my blade weren't clean
[Verse 6: Brucka]
This beef can never get left
Shout my big bro, 'cah he splashed up Reckz
That's blade in and out his chest
He got revived in the A&E bed
Same opp thot that fucks with the opps
Is the same opp thot that's giving me head
Skengs we trust, so we glide on peds
SAD I love my set

[Verse 7: Dopesmoke]
Old school days push bikes and rambo's
Oh shit, I really said that
Still waiting on the 4 G's get-back
Snow got bun by the g's in his headback
Took them trips, dem man took setbacks
Fried and denied, still don't get that
Opp boys throwing up C's, rip them tees don't know how they be making diss tracks

[Verse 8: C1]
When I chinged up my man, no I weren't sorry
Where's my manners, ding-dong filled to the brim with daggers
Or we can switch it bring out the hammers
When she's pissed she calls me a badders
Her best friend calls me her gyalist
They should've never locked up my savage
If you see us, just run, don't panic
And they know its real members only
Fuck a open goal, where's the goalie?
Had a good one moving unholy
I seen enough fall off like Bony
Amiri the jeans, back then it was Stoney
Don't beat around the bush, just show me
You can all rise up and get smokey
You don't want to get done in your lonelies
[Verse 9: Brucka]
Youngest in charge, gotta give it to Nutty
Cause he love put blades in guts
Kipz got ripped out his K2 top on K2 day, what the fuck
Yuck, the opp boys are more than stressing
Why cause they thought another one turned dust
Hillside member, prolific offender
The other side a bunch of pussies and bluffs